why?

So where is it? I don't see it.

I don't get it.

The fulfillment of the promise.

I don't see it down here,

in the middle of the fear.

What hope can remain,

in the depth of this pain?

I don't see it.

The earth is groaning night and day.

A song of human slavery,

of dark disease and poverty,

of children in captivity.

God, that's the sound that comes to me...

I know about theology.

I know you gave your son for me.

I know you're wrapped in mystery.

I get invisibility.

But I still see their misery.

I hear those voices haunting me,

saying, "Who will come and set us free?"

Absolutely brilliant. Not mine, but hers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiNBmNl88Pk